Rain Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Tiny drops in unceasing streams
That drip from rolling thick black clouds,
Sit on lap of mother Earth
And sink to her heart in warm streams;
Strong prazen winds that sweep the Earth
Scatter rain drops all over the Earth.

The Earth is grey and so is the sky,
A pall of wet gloom hangs in the air;
The Sun is calm, faceless in sleep
‘Neath liquid clouds in desperate run;
Nothing is still in the stony still rain,
Nothing is calm in the chilly calm land,
All are in creep and all in mad rush,
Streams, trees, clouds in the rainy day.

Warmth is gone and the nature is thick,
Sprightly, bright laughters freeze to gloomy grins;
Water in mad flows dance
On smooth, wet mud on the Earth's soft face;
A bridge of grey gloom links the sky and the Earth,
Livestocks caught ‘neath the stiffled light,
Grope for sunshine in new world so sad but sweet.

Oh, yes, Indeed, rain is sad but sweet
With thrills of surreal nature's wild rage
In flash of fires that flood the Earth;
The mighty rainy streams that flood good world!
The bloody bold winds that topples giant trees
In crazy long sweep that shakes horizons!
The fitful black frown that hides sheeny sky
And the chill deep ‘neath that clatters all bones!

Rain damps nature's sprite to kindle new life,
To bedeck mother Earth with rhythms of freshness
And cradle season's cycles to the fore,
Year after year and centuries later;
Though harsh is rain, subtle and sublime
That wets the Earth with celestial grace
Of bountiful yields and rustic passions
To till soft land and make happy all.